Infinitely Losing My Edge

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Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.

I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.

But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.

I'm losing my edge.

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.

All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

John Lydon, DeepChord presents Echospace, Trumans Water, Eric B and Rakim, Angry Samoans, Lakeside, The Index, The Real Kids, Black Moon, Main Source, Groovy Waters, Neu!, Terry Callier, Drexciya, Kerrie Biddell, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Hardrive, Leonard Cohen, Soul Sonic Force, UT, Bizarre Inc., The Leaves, Kenny Larkin, Black Bananas, Newcleus, Jawbox, Fugazi, Fort Wilson Riot, Aloha Tigers, The Slackers, Warsaw, Yaz, Excepter, Scientists, Magazine, Peter & Gordon, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Ten City, Scrapy, Ornette Coleman, Jeff Mills, Pole, Nation of Ulysses, The Royal Family And The Poor, Laurel Aitken, X-102, Arab on Radar, Cabaret Voltaire, David McCallum, D'Angelo, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Minutemen, Crime, Infiniti, Fluxion, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Monks, Radiohead, New York Dolls, Underground Resistance, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.

You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)